Normality to Insanity

Payson Adley. The one that everyone knows about.The Senior Class President, the Captain of the school Gymnastics team and President of just about every club at school. The over-achiever that won't let anything in the way of her getting into Oxford w...

Dedication goes out to Jze1812 for the first comment. thank you!!! hope you enjoy the next chapter everybody.. worked really hard. and so super sorry for the horrible wait. forgive me? okeydokey babes. love you bunches.

-Mwahh :)

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“PAYSON GRACE ADLEY!!!!!!! YOU WAKE UP THIS INSTANT!!! I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU!!!!!!!!!” screamed Kaylie as she beat me with a pillow. I slightly open my left eye. OH MY GOD! 3:45 am?!?!

“What do you want Kaylie?” I mumble. However, it sounds more like “ whavvoo an lee?”

“YOU OVERSLEPT! NOW GET YOUR ARSE OUT OF BED NOW!!! WE ARE LATE FOR PRACTICE!!!!” Kaylie yells from downstairs with all my stuff. I don’t know what I would do without her. As I scramble out of bed, I slid on my slippers and sprint downstairs and slide into Kaylie’s truck.

We pull up to practice with 5 minutes to spare. Did I tell you how crazy of a driver Kaylie is? No? Well, Kaylie is a horrific driver. She is fearless and has gotten out of dozens of tickets with batting her hazel eyes and and crying. I wish I could do that.

Walking in to practice is rejuvenating. I missed the smell of the hardwood floors and the layers of mats and foam blocks. Gymnastics. Pulling out the Bars and the beam, with the help of Carson. Carson is the crazy, super, attractive coach. After setting everything up, I jog around the gym with the rest of the team for warm-ups. Jumping around and being stupid as we listen to the typical “Chart Toppers”. We finish our lap and start our stretching.

“Did you hear about the new tour?” commented Kaylie.

“Who’s tour? Is it Ed? Is he FINALLY coming back to the US?!” as I quickly get my hopes up, just for her to shoot them down just as fast.

“No you idiot, One Direction. They are coming to Providence. We HAVE to go. I have already gotten the tickets Wanna join me?.” She smirks, obviously already knowing the answer.

“AHHH!!!!!”, I scream, “I can’t even describe my excitement! Of course I want to go. I cannot believe you would ask such a stupid question. What do I wear? how am I going to do my hair?! Will they see us? I CANNOT HANDLE THIS MUCH PRESSURE!!!” slowly freaking out, I decide to get up and do some actual gymnastics. As I reach the beam, I hear Kaylie chuckling. She is psychotic. “Spot me, will ya?” she rapidly nods. I have to nail this beam routine. As of now, I am number 2 in the nation on beam. If I want this scholarship I have to be first in every routine. Which means, I need to raise my difficulty level on everything. I go through my routine flawlessly. As I finish, the entire gym erupts into cheers and hollers. I turn my head to see the entire gymnastics team watching me intently.

“That was fantastic, Payson!”, “AMAZING!”, “I can’t believe what I just saw.” my teammates said as I hopped off the beam onto the foam mat underneath. A small smile crept onto my lips as I hear all the compliments. I rush down to the showers. I have to get the big one on the end.. mwahaha.

I step into the steaming, hot water. This shower stall is the only one that actually works for more than 5 minutes. “haha...sucks to be you…” I think to myself. As lather up in my vanilla scented shampoo, I mumble to the words to the new one direction song.

Diana,

Let me be the one to light a fire inside those eyes,

You've been lonely,

You don't even know me,

But I can feel you crying,

Diana,

Let me be the one to lift your heart up and save your life,

I don't think you even realize baby you'd be saving mine.

It's only been four months but,

You've fallen down so far,

How could someone mislead you at all?

I wanna reach out for ya,

I wanna break these walls,

I speak a different language but I still hear you call.

Let me be the one to light a fire inside those eyes,

You've been lonely,

You don't even know me,

But I can feel you crying,

Diana,

Let me be the one to lift your heart up and save your life,

I don't think you even realize baby you'd be saving mine.

People don’t quite realize the power behind that song. I have a bit of a rough past. Only a few people know about it. I guess you are wondering what I am talking about, huh? Well, as a gymnast, I was always pressured to be smaller. I am not built to be a gymnast. At all. I started skipping meals, working out more. and ignored the people that meant the most to me. I could not allow anybody to find out. I started to notice some weight loss. However, with this my bones become frail and were easily breaking. Kaylie found out soon after all of that.

She was spotting me on a simple tumbling pass at the local YMCA. I had ended my pass with a simply double pike. I landed awkwardly, causing a dislocation of my left knee. Kaylie rushed me to the hospital, I mean my leg was the size of Manhattan. As I laid on a cold, hard, unforgiving piece of plastic and foam, that is apparently called a bed. How, i have no idea. But, everything crumbled when the doctor came into my room.

“Miss, how long?” the doctor looked as if he was genuinely concerned.

“About 7 ½ months.” I suddenly got embarrassed and upset and a tears soon made their escape. I look at my best friend, who look clueless and needed an explanation. The Doctor could obviously tell she had no idea what was happening.

“Miss, I am afraid your friend here, has lost too much weight in such a short amount of time. She has deprived herself of the essential nutrients and proteins that her body needs to function correctly.” As he was saying this, he could tell she was still lost. Her eyes glazed over, still unaware of what he was trying to tell her. “Miss, your friend has a disease by the name of Anorexia Nervosa. According to my safety precautions that I have to go through, i have to inform your parents. I strongly suggest going to a rehabilitation center. There, you will be carefully monitored and eat the proper foods.”

I wrap the towel around my body and turn off the shower. I step out to dress myself for the school day ahead. Standing in front of the mirror, I apply my make up, creating a perfect smoky eye to go with the leather centered outfit I had. All done. I zip the zebra print bag and open the door to the locker room, replaying the images of rehab and the memory of how bad I had gotten, in my head. I never want to go back to that part of my life. I shake my head rapidly, attempting to rid my memory of that terrible time. I paint a smile to my face, as I walk up the back stairwell.

“Hey Rem. Lucas, what’s up? Where is everybody?” I greet my cousin and his best friend.